No prize at the end for me though, like cheese. Just a massive hangover.
I stopped at 4pm.
Since it wasn’t finished, I’m staying here one last night. It’s nice, getting my last, quiet
night to myself. I’m in bed already, have been since 5pm, with Giz, just relaxing.
Reading and watching tv shows.
It’s like heaven. I am so buggered after my performance last night.
No missed calls from Evvy.
I’m kinda numb to it tonight. Think my body’s going into shock from last night. Too much partying!! I fell over at one stage, drunk.
I was pissing blood everywhere, from my knee, sprawled on the ground, thanks to this fucking hole outside Mary St that must claim many a drunk, being right outside a nightclub and all.
Dan just like picked me up, carried me to this ledge that runs outside the Mary St
building, and sat me on it.
Nat just shook her head at me. Sisterly concern!!!
Once we staunched the blood, they carried me to a cab.
Work was good Friday. Renee and I organized a girls’ night out for next Friday night as we drank champagne after work together!!
I can’t wait!!
We were cracking up all afternoon. For some reason, she was finding me and my ways particularly hilarious Friday.
(before she started drinking!!)
She kept telling me to do things, then laughing madly when I did them. And all I was doing was typing, or filing, or bringing her paperwork. I was all, “What?? What!!” and she’d laugh harder and go, “I don’t know, you’re just being really funny with everything you do!!” and she was off again, laughing.
Renee’s pretty cool for a boss!!! How’d I get so lucky??
Next weekend is Matt’s 21st, too. Oh, I love weekends like that! Plans galore!!
I won’t have to think of Evvy all next weekend, because I will be too busy!!!! Thank God!!
Bummed I can’t get to the coast this weekend.
Moving tomorrow!!!
Rang Rich this afternoon before I collapsed in bed. It was like, do everything I have to or should do now, before I fall into bed and remain there.
He’s upset cause I’m not going to this party with him, Julia and Michael tonight. Someone from the cinemas. But I am so fucked tonight, I could not move if I wanted to.
Which I don’t!!
I probably would have still made myself get up and go if I hadn’t been given this last night of peaceful, pink tranquillity in my alone sanctuary!! It’s too good not to take it, especially feeling like this. I’ve had such a busy week, too, late nights every night.
And I didn’t go to bed at all last night!!!
Sunday 17 September 2000
9.50pm
Well, Giz and I are in the house. Feels kinda weird. Feels like I’m just staying at Nat and Dan’s. Doesn’t feel like my place.
I sneakily left the unit without saying goodbye to Sharon. Not sure how I managed that, but I did. I gave her cat a pet goodbye though.
I need sleep. Been non-stop all day.
Monday 18 September 2000
9.49pm
Another long day. Only just crawled into bed again.
Maybe tomorrow night I’ll get a night of rest in bed straight from work.
I went over to Evvy’s tonight. Glutton for punishment, I am.
I had given up on him, too.
Today at work, I drove to Cannon Hill on my break, and as I was driving, Celine Dion’s ‘It’s All Coming Back To Me Now,’ came on and I burst into this sobbing fit, while trying to hold a can of Coke in one hand and drive with the other.
I was devastated in that moment, my heart full of Ever.
But then he rang and asked me to come over, and I was like, “Okay!”
But, I don’t know…maybe I’ve pulled back. Maybe I’m just over all his crap. But I didn’t really feel it tonight. I didn’t feel insane over him like I usually do.
We had sex for like 50 minutes too, and the sex was awesome!!! But I’m just a bit “meh” over him right now.
Nick came into work at five o’clock tonight, as I was finishing up typing. His parents DO work downstairs (Faye and Gordon), but he came upstairs to talk to Katie for some reason
(are they back together?? What’s going on!! I need the goss!!)
and I could feel someone’s eyes on me (thought it would be Matt). I did a double take when I saw him, since I haven’t seen him since Dicey Riley’s at Garden City.
He was all, “Hey Stranger! Haven’t heard from you in ages!!”
Katie did NOT look happy he was talking to me.
They continued their conversation while I typed and tried not to eavesdrop.
All I thought was YUM at the sight of Nick.
He looked GOOD.
He would make an awesome boyfriend (if he’s not Katie’s again), like Richie would.
For some reason, I freak out at the boyfriend types, and go for the fuckers.
WHY??!!!
My eternally restless spirit??
Watch out, I’m a free spirit?? No time for real boyfriends!!
Sigh.
I just can’t seem to go that extra step with the boyfriend types.
Anyway, VERY TIRED. Last night, we had a BBQ here with Mark and Josie. Tonight I went to Evvy’s (and got it ONNNNN)…I need a night of rest soon. I can feel my body shitting itself. Or working up to shit itself, one big meltdown.
Like a used car.
(a Ford. Holdens would never go caput).
I appreciate all this social life I suddenly have, but I need to appreciate my bed again.
Chapter 10
OOH…BOYS!!!
(AND LET’S JUST ALL SPEW MADLY)
Tuesday 19 September 2000
7.47pm
Feeling much better tonight. I was so worn out last night.
Work was pretty good today. Graham emailed me today, asked to catch up, so we’re going out Thursday night.
It’s been AGES since I’ve seen him. I can’t believe all these boys all of a sudden. – seeing Nick last night, and he asked me to come over to his while Katie tried to kill me with her eyes, then I hear from Graham.
And of course, there’s Richie.
He rang me today, and asked me to come round to his tonight, but the baby’s basically running on empty, I only have enough petrol to get home (I pray). Nat’s driving us to work tomorrow (bonus of living together!!).
Rich was disappointed, I could tell.
Sigh.
There’s only so much of me that can go around!! My social life could be a full time job at this rate.
8.24pm
Dan just made dinner for us all. God, it was good. It’s so nice having a beautiful home to live in
(with a toilet and shower inside the house),
and home-cooked meals every night.
No nuggets or 2 minute noodles in sight in this house!!
It’s dreamy.
Work’s been good. Been training Melissa most of the time.
It was Matt’s 21st today, and his mum brought in all these beautiful cakes she’d made. One of them was a pink cake.
(I’m confused by this…a pink cake for her son turning a manly 21??)
As Matt was cutting the cake, the entire office and warehouse all crowded into the kitchen, Matt says in his happy/goofy way (that is so adorable), “Karina would love this!!”
I thought that was so sweet – his big moment, and he mentions and thinks of me.
Gave me goosebumps.
I don’t know about Evvy and I any more. He can barely do what he’s doing now. Although, the last three weeks, we have seen each other once a week…
I want more, though. I’m a woman, after all. It’s genetically in me to want more, more, more, than a man is offering.
It doesn’t feel like enough, anymore.
I want all that other stuff already. The hands on
(and I mean, HANDS ON)
bo
yfriend…
And he won’t be the one to do it.
I want all of it now!! But at the same time, I’m loving my single life. Like Friday night, being absolutely blind in the city and knowing I had all the freedom in the world.
But I miss the arms around me, the togetherness, the love…
Last night was heaven, lying in Ever’s arms. That’s what I want.
And someone to look after me, or out for me. A protector.
Ever isn’t ready for all that.
Maybe I’m not, either. I just WANT it.
Rich, Nick, Graham, would all be perfect boyfriends.
And I’m still stuck on Everard.
Sigh. That was a waste of an hour.
The more I see Evvy
(apparently, the hour is still going),
the more faults I see in him. Maybe my pink-coloured glasses have fallen off somewhere.
I’ve sat on them and broken them, like I do all my sunnies.
Saturday 23 September 2000
11.12pm
I just got back from Matt’s 21st.
I know, it’s early.
But my first lift, Nat and Dan (Fred and Ethel), left REALLY early, like the Old Folks Home Was Closing And We Better Hurry Back With Our Walkers early, and there was NO WAY I was going with them, then Gerry said he’d take me home, so I bought myself a few more hours and left with him.
Bit of a worry, Nat and Dan, when the accountant stays out raging later than you!!!
I had a GREAT time tonight. I only had three drinks THE WHOLE NIGHT
(shock, horror, fall over clasping your heart),
and I had QUITE THE REVELATION.
But…too much to tell and I’m so tired. I’m going to save it all for tomorrow.
Sunday 24 September 2000
8.57pm
Well, I’m a mixture of emotions right now. But I should go back.
My date with Graham was really nice. I had a great time and ended up being on Cloud 9, thinking if I chose Graham, I’d be given the jewellery and the romance (that I so want!!). He took me to a fancy restaurant at Garden City, paid for it all, bought me a pink rose from one of those gypsy ladies, like in romance movies, that go round with a basket full of roses for all the lovers.
(sigh. So damn romantic. The world)
He made me laugh so much all night!!
But, it’s Graham. Dad says Graham doesn’t care which one of us, he just wants to marry an Almeroth sister.
Dad is normally right about these things, I’ve found. And Nat and Graham WERE boyfriend and girlfriend for about a week when she was 15.
Graham was the boy
(old, old diary, Diary)
famously suspended, as he was on Student Council, and on assembly when I was in Year 10 or 11 (can’t remember), and he was meant to give a speech about something SUPER BORING, but couldn’t get the microphone stand to raise higher, since he is very tall and the vice-principal was this tiny, tiny man, who had just spoken.
So, as he’s fiddling with the microphone stand, Graham sees his comedic opportunity, bends down to the microphone, and says in his best, deep, Elvis voice, “I can’t get it up.”
The whole school erupted, even teachers. Was just so damn funny.
Now, I don’t know if Tiny Vice Principal was suffering Small Man Syndrome
(in more ways than one!!)
or what, but he was the only one who didn’t laugh
(1500 other people did though),
and he lost his shit. Graham was suspended on the spot, and for weeks.
He was forever known as the “I Can’t Get It Up” kid.
This is how Dad remembers everybody in our lives – these little tidbits we feed him. Hung, my year 7-8 best friend, “The One Who Called Your Teacher Chicky Babe…”
Donny, my first real boyfriend – “His Father Was a Beatle Before The Beatles Were Huge…”
Danny, my first real love – “The Giant,” etc., etc..
BUT, he knows Graham not as the “I Can’t Get It Up Kid,” but as “The One Who Wants To Marry An Almeroth Sister And Doesn’t Care Which One.”
(Dad is hilarious)
Then Friday night was our Girls Night out.
(Regina didn’t come, Ange didn’t, Katie and Sherrie didn’t…so the usual crew didn’t)
We went to this funky bar in West End, had drinks and dinner.
Renee and I got so drunk and giggled over everything together. We found everything funny, and each other so funny, and kept pissing ourselves over things.
Somehow, me, Nat and Julia ended up in the city, absolutely pissed and starving, and buying Macca’s to eat.
Was so funny…the three of us, so fucking drunk, even Nanna Nat, stuffing our faces with junk food, then Julia makes this big, “HURRRRR” noise, bends over, and hurls all over my shoes.
Like seriously all over them. Brand. New. Shoes.
She vomited so much, I could feel all her spew squish between my toes.
All I could do was stand there, while Nat and Julia seriously cacked themselves laughing.
“Ugh, I don’t feel so good,” Julia groaned/laughed.
“I kinda can tell,” I replied, trying not to move. “From inbetween my toes.”
We just laughed harder.
Then suddenly Dan was there, pulling up on Elizabeth Street in his hot aqua Commodore with full body kit. Jules and I hopped in the back, me trying to walk with vomit absolutely FILLING my shoes and trying very hard not to think about it, and Dan took one look at us and pulled an Evvy face.
(NOT MY CAR!!!!!)
“If Kerry throws up in my car again, OR ALL DOWN THE SIDE OF MY FUCKING CAR, I’m gonna lose it,” he declared to his girlfriend.
“I don’t think it’s Karina you should to be worried about this time,” Sister Dear replied.
“Oh God,” Dan groaned. “I should be paid for this shit.”
(oh you will be, Dan. Paid in vomit. So same as usual)
(I’ve thrown up out Dan’s window many a time, many, many a time. So many times I really should be ashamed or in rehab)
(except I’m not)
(also spewed many times out Nat’s window)
So as we’re driving back to Julia’s to drop her off, Jules gets REALLY sick in the back seat, and starts vomiting madly, but has the foresight, even this drunk, to open the Macca’s bag she’s holding, and vomit in there.
Oh my God, I couldn’t stop laughing. Dan couldn’t stop screaming and swearing.
Julia spewed SO MUCH, I’ve never seen
(or felt, especially between my toes)
anything like it before. She spewed till that Macca’s bag was FULL, and starting to leak out
(so fucking gross and funny – especially in Dan’s car AHAHAHAHAHA)
then that Macca’s bag was seriously at exploding point, and starting to leak all out, and Jules madly pressed the window down, and starting hurling out the window.
Was SO. FUCKING. FUNNY.
I’ve never witnessed anyone do a Karina. Fuck, it’s funny.
Anyway, so Dan screeched up to Julia’s place and practically dragged her out, her mum coming out to witness her beloved daughter spewing madly, at various locations around the garden.
(was all “Bler!!!! Bler!!!! BLERRRRRRR!!!” into various plants, letterbox, lawn. Julia kept wandering around madly, finding a new spot to spew in, like some wandering dog)
Nat and I were seriously hysterical. It was the funniest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
Dan was NOT AMUSED though. Especially as Jules left her overflowing spew bag in the back seat.
He started picking a fight with Nat over it, then I joined in, cause I cannot tolerate anyone being mean to my sister, and told Dan he was, “acting like a DICK,” then Nat started defending HIM, while I was defending HER, and yelled at me, “Don’t talk to my boyfriend like that, Karina!!!!”
Oh I won’t fucking defend you next time, SISTER!!!!
THEN, Saturday morning, Dan slams into my ro
om at the crack of dawn
(and nobody likes Dawn’s Crack, especially as hungover as I was),
with a giant bucket full of soapy water, and declares, “Start cleaning your friend’s spew off my car, KERRY!!!”
I did it, just cause he was scary at that moment, and stomped outside in my pink pajama’s and started scrubbing the outside of his car.
There were giant spew streaks all down the side of his car.
He’s never ONCE made me clean my own spew off his car, not in the many HUNDREDS of times I’ve misbehaved.
Why when it’s Julia’s spew, he makes me, I don’t know.
Then he came out and demanded I scrub his back seat, where the Macca’s bag had overflown.
By this time I was all, “Fuck off, Dan!!”
And he was all, “You fuck off first, Kerry!!”
“I’ve fucking cleaned enough, ASSHOLE!!”
“No you FUCKING HAVEN’T, not if there’s still FUCKING SPEW in my car!”
“Clean it your FUCKING SELF, you BIG GIRL – ”
“Why THE FUCK SHOULD I – ”
“Why THE FUCK SHOULD I!!! It’s not even MY FUCKING SPEW!!!”
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